She clenched the earth below her, wet soil sticking under her fingernails. "That's fine. I'll just visit the old bat in the dead forests and demand she teach me the dragon form. Then the fun starts," her voice clicked with humor, "and if not, I'll just fly above as a pigeon and shit on everyone's heads." Abelina then stared blankly at the ground as she realized the situation wasn't a matter to joke about. "I'm not a monster. My ability is supposed to be a beautiful gift, but it feels more like a dreaded curse to me." her blood boiled with such anger that she began to cry softly in frustration. Almost immediately did she wipe away her crystalline tears and finally looked at Martin with a pleading gaze. "Will you help me?"